A gruff sound of happiness emerged from somewhere in the back of his throat, and he brought his hands to George’s hips. “Do you want to be on top?”
“No. You.”
With that, he flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs. The head of his throbbing erection teased against her swollen clit as he dropped down to kiss her.
“Isahn,” she whined into his mouth, taking him in hand with needy, frantic fingers. “Now.”
So demanding. He bloody loved it. Bracing himself, he put his hand over the top of hers and guided himself to her entrance.
Like love, he’d apparently never known the meaning of restraint before in his life. But as he sat there, with his throbbing member pressed against her wetness, Isahn used every fucking ounce in his body. With a minuscule thrust, he pushed his head inside of her.
She was so fucking tight her walls felt like a fist, squeezing the crown of his cock, urging him to come before he’d begun the act in earnest. She couldn’t take him; she was too small.
“What’s wrong?” George asked, noticing the way he’d stilled.
“I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you. Do you know what to expect?”
Her hands found their way around to his backside, where she squeezed, fingernails digging into his muscled flesh. “Yes. I trust you. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
He pressed his lips to her mouth in a searing kiss and pushed onward, sinking into her. Beneath him, George’s face pinched and she whimpered.
Heart clenching, he tried to withdraw, but she stopped him. With a firm grip on his arse, she rasped, “No. Stay. I’m adjusting.”
Frozen, his cock in absolute ecstasy, he waited for her muscles to relax. She’d chosenhim.She lovedhim.
He didn’t want to leave.
Kissing her languidly, like his lips could slow time, he ran a thumb up her cheekbone and down her jaw while taking her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on her softness.
George moaned, fingertips pressing into his arse as she rolled her hips, urging him to move inside her.
He withdrew to the tip before gliding in again and again and again. Keeping his pace slow, he pressed soft kisses to her luscious mouth while she tangled her hands in his hair.
“Fuck, Isahn,” she breathed. “Don’t hold back. I want you—allof you.”
“You sure?”
She merely cocked a brow in response, because ofcourseshe was sure. She knew her own mind. It was one of an ever-growing list of reasons why he loved her.
So Isahn drove into his Georgie, only holding back a bit—it was her first time, after all.
She brought her legs up to wrap around his back, her ankles locking them together, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Her breasts bobbed in time with him as she matched his rhythm.
Hypnotized by her perfection, he cupped her mound and dipped his thumb down. She cried out in pleasure when he drew slow circles over her bud.
“Oh! I’m going to—” Georgie’s words devolved into a shuddered moan as she clenched him everywhere, her sex squeezing him so forcefully he almost popped out.
Burying his face into George’s hair, Isahn breathed deeply, drowning in her heady, rosy aroma. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she rasped before taking his earlobe in her mouth and sucking, hard.
He came quickly. And in the most torturous decision of his life, Isahn withdrew at the last second, directing his release onto the bare top of her perfect sex.
Panting, he slumped over Georgie, bracing himself to avoid crushing her under his full weight. She still wasn’t as close as he wanted her, so he hooked his left arm around the small of her back and flipped onto his side, taking her with him.
She responded adorably, throwing one of her legs over his hip and driving the other between his thighs. With a happy sigh, she pressed her breasts firmly against his chest and nuzzled into his tousled hair.
“That wasamazing,”she murmured, voice barely a whisper.
